Lyrics:
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
as hell
Lying at the top of the hill looking down at hell
Tired on the Royal Mile cool as hell
We'll be laughing at the kitchen sink once we've had some
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
them friends
Well I don't need you or your psychosis
I can get to crazy by myself
I don't need your point as though neurosis
Your pathologic tumble
the nigga they get
By the way, I'm in a six with your chick
45 on my hip, don't trip or hear this
I'm talking point-blank bitch
First you had it on your mind
That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls
Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew
In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
To serve hot plates
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the pole away when we handled the business
Bitch, where I'm from
Down by the river (hell yeah, nigga, that river)
That's where I threw my pole (yeah,
Charlotte Street for
The first time
Now we're slow dancing in your kitchen
How time's passed by
We ran out of time again tonight
Happens like this every time
want it wit my
Shooter then nigga pull up
Than he'll knock ya ass off 4 like 10 u
A coward if u kill a nigga in the night
Than say u gangsta well kill
mind to all this hatred I love danger I don’t hate red
Cooked this shit in Hell’s Kitchen and Fire got deserted
Before you say I’m not the king
settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin' all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen,
the present
What better time than to go now so you down?
Hell yeah, let's go!
I mean why not that's different different
Cus you don't hear too many people
That
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
They say like when I do that shit
I uh I go by TG if y'all ain't know
but uh if y'all ain't know by now then you missing out
behind the fang-span
Greenhorn, he just wanna help
His hammers harmonize
Stowed in hell's cargo by the spark
In those Wells Fargo eyes
And famine wasn't
so tired of dealing blows
Let me stay here by myself
So if you wanna start a war
Then baby give 'em hell
I've lost too much to kill
I've lost too much
answer
The world will pass them by
But there's a fire in their kitchen
And the water's three feet high and risin'
My beloved
The only one I see
fuckin place I can walk to
I still get props in the hood when I stroll by
'cause niggas don't know that I'm smokin like Popeye
Mama's in the kitchen cookin
(9 to 5)
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in
the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I
Hell's Kitchen, what's cooking?
Zodiac Mprint got some shooking
Drop hit's like Ghost Recon
Can't stop this if you brought Egon
Apparations, spectral
Hahaha Church
Bitch we ain't playin' in the same dirt
Bitch we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
Dick in her mouth, she chew that
Birkin bag fit the trey deuce
In the kitchen, crack the window, the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two
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